The king banished a cat, such a jest,
To Madrid, in the west, on a quest.
With Spanish cheese and feline grace,
It grew plump in that very place,
Then married a funny in haste.
An outcast to all
His presence is unholy
Forever banished
Submitted: 29/03/2022 copyright
I wait to be deemed a criminal.
They tell me my imprisonment is terminal.
As my innocence pervades.
I become a waiting specimen as deception invades.
I am the hope that they resent.
They were unable to confiscate the hope I present.
I am in this community of the banished.
Our intentions to reignite with our families have not vanished.
I am more than what they have seized from me.
I am a soul that howls with all these other waiting trees.
Untether my blood, for it is cruel.
Sanity drips from my veins like gruel.
As my web of failure becomes unthreaded.
I feel I am unheaded.
As delusions that are kind take hold.
Not as strong as the electrodes, I am told.
As I find my desperation to escape vanishes.
They set me outside with all the other banishes.
World is an illusion or in it
Don't flout,
be the one
Or rebel
and banish
Be firm in
and flout
As a child
World obstinate
Till truth reavel
The toxic air begins to plow
A banished breath below his brow,
A contorted face the last thing we see
Ignorance thrust by just one knee;
My brother’s pain lies on the ground
There’s no escape for he is bound,
The hatred falls from above his head
Silent screams of the tears he shed;
Asphyxiation by the light of day
The vultures circle for their prey,
A perfect view before the kill
Now condemned against his will;
The riots roar for in his name
Innocence lost, who’s to blame,
We all stand tall upon his death
Heaven finds a banished breath.
...In Memory of George Floyd...
...My deepest condolences to the Floyd Family...
May.29.2020
A World Without You
Sponsored by: JCB Burl
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Kind thoughts were hard to come by
After the she-wolves began comparing stories
Feeding off each other, exaggerating her infractions
By the time Grandmother Wolf entered the den
It was too late to refocus the she-wolves
They were stirred and frenzied
Ready to banish her from the pack
It’s an ache in my chest,
A loss of breath,
Hot tears and no rest.
It’s a sacrifice of love
On a platter of pain.
Down low I remain.
It’s a fall from grace
To a dark empty place.
Disgraced.
It’s a loss of my sun,
A bloody moon,
Banished from paradise too soon.
It’s a why and a how,
A mystery,
To go from heaven to misery.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 7/29/2018
“All Rights Reserved”
Something I really haven't destroyed yet
Perhaps tomorrow it'll happen but dontcha bet
Sometimes it happens at will
Though I've heard there are pills
But banished from the Soup I'd surely regret
This is not a sex song,
this is just a grown up transaction,
this is simply getting it wrong-
yet we don't have a day after,
this is none other than a fight to the finish-
yet we're fending off the dark,
and hardly can speak English.
This is the known world being torn away by the nails,
people making no sense,
and the costs can kill live animals,
this is an eager loner-ship meeting the made men,
in a conquest for an ancient place no-one who is unworthy may hike,
this is a world on the brink of a new thing,
nothing we knew,
nothing we're unafraid of,
even if you don't count the lights adjustment to the dawn,
and the start of the car resting on the lawn,
this is your biggest prose-
to include the load,
and denounce all foes.
I’m a Christmas bauble
I was hanging on a tree
Then I caught ‘Tinselitis’
Now no one wants to hang around with me!
For many years I was used
As a Christmas decoration
The children would stare at me
With awe and admiration
This year I became very ill
For ‘Tinselitis’ has no cure
The owner of the Christmas tree
Has thrown me out the door
Now I’m an outcast at Christmas
Oh how I long to be draped on that tree
Now I’m going to rehabilitation
For baubles no one wants to see
Please look after your Christmas baubles
They are dejected when they are alone
‘Tinselitis’ is very contagious
Don’t let it infect your baubles at home!
Silly Christmas Cartoon Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
12~17~16
BANISHED
autumn evening breezes float
fresh through my bedroom
window
birds twitter dusk messages
in an early sunset
crescendo
trying to take in something
nothing registers feelings
innuendos
just hollowed echo
a blandcold numbed
November
BANISHED
© Kim van Breda
Banished
have you seen the man with long arms walking down your street by sight
have you seen the man with a long face because he's nowhere to sleep tonight
have you ever seen a light that shone then taken away by someone Else's spite
have you seen the man who sees the rain and then cries all through the night
have you seen a man that's crippled but yet he's begging for a fight
have you seen of anything that's so wrong that heaven's not so white
have you seen him with a long coat and a beard just sitting by the light
have you seen people pass him but take no notice because they are just alright
have you seen a star that shines in your eyes that seems so very bright
have you got anything more than a man who sleeps with strangers as the devil might invite
The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.
Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,
Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.
Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.
Though,
the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.
"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.
The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
stings.
stabs,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.
Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.
The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
persists,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,
for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.
once pride of parlor
now relegated to porch
along with old muddy boots
once proud and regal
now standing ignored and scorned
by busy household members
only tired farmer
appreciates chair's comfort
as he sits to remove boots
Related Poems